𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 | 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

rowan laslow knew you were worried about exams. you had always put pressure upon yourself academically, and despite your consistently admirable grades, it seemed like it was never enough for you. his solution, it appeared, was constant study dates. you weren’t to complain, after all, spending hours upon end with your boyfriend was far from the worst way to spend your free time.

he reached across his bed, squeezing your hand in his own. it was warm, a comfort that you didn’t know you needed. the sheets of his bed embraced you in his scent, and you felt like curling up in them like a comforting cocoon forever.

he peered over at your notes, brown eyes skimming your handwriting. the notes were concise, clear and well written, and a whole lot better than rowan’s own, scrawled and messy upon the page.

he let out a little sheepish laugh, pushing his glasses further up his nose with his free hand, the other still firmly in your grasp.

“i still don’t understand how you’re so much better at this than i am. i would study forever and you’d still beat me.”

a knock at the door beat you to a response. sharp, but familiar. xavier. rowan’s roommate, come to third wheel again, presumably.